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25 March 2005 - 12:42 mashed potato Mom hollers for us, and we holler back."WHAT?!" "Ven a hacer el mashed potato!" "Dejame voy a ponerme unos shorts!" And we wiggle into some boxers. Ever since Dud left the house, we've been the unofficial mashed-potato maker around the house. I swear. 'Ama can make chiles rellenos, tacos potosinos, posole, menudo, albondigas, ect. Pero ask her to make mashed potato and she backs off. I guess she just doesn't feel comfortable making gringo food. Oh well, gotta go. � 
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